"What should we do then?" Jane McCain looked at Allen Rivera, "Should we call and ask?"
Allen Rivera said, "Only my third brother uses a mobile phone at home."
Jane McCain silently noted: They like naming after trees, and the whole family doesn't like using mobile phones.
"Let's wait, when my brother comes, he'll lead the way."
Allen Rivera opened his coat and wrapped Jane McCain in his arms, their foreheads touching as he asked, "Are you cold?"
Actually, it was a bit cold, after all, they were in the mountains, but snuggling in his arms felt warm, her heart was also warm.
"Not cold." She tilted her head up and smiled, "Just hungry, I want to taste the legendary royal meals."
"Hmm..." His eyes smiled warmly, his voice low, "Once you've tasted my family's meals, you'll be part of my family."
Upon hearing this, Jane McCain buried her head in his arms, urging, "Hold me tight."
Allen Rivera didn't understand but still tightly held her, "What's wrong, are you still cold?"
